Now I’m left here alone, just thinking about everything my daddy said.
’Cause you’re a heartbreaker, a soul taker.
No one can hold you down.
So take what you want and then take all the rest, ’cause this girl is headin’ out of town.
The summer sun was beatin’ down, the day your eyes met mine.
I was mesmerized by the smile on your lips, didn’t know how sweet they could lie.
Every touch, every moment in time, you caused every sigh.
Now I’m left her alone, thinkin’ I should have seen, I should’ve seen you’d make me cry.
’Cause you’re a heartbreaker, a soul taker.
No one can hold you down.
So take what you want and then take all the rest, ‘cause this girl is headin’ out of town.
One day I know I’ll be moving on, but I fear you’ll always be
Right there holding a piece of my heart that’ll never belong to me.
And I’ll live my life, find reasons to smile so everyone will always think
That you didn’t shake me and totally break me.
They’ll never know I’ll never be free.
’Cause you’re a heartbreaker, a soul taker.
No one will hold you down.
So take what you want and then take all the rest, ’cause this girl is getting away from you.
Heartbreaker, you soul taker, I’ll never be the same.
You took what you wanted, I gave it away,
Now I’m left here standing in the rain.
CAGE
I’d pitched a perfect game. Throwing my keys on the bar in the kitchen, I walked over to the fridge to grab a Gatorade. Five green Jarritos sat on the top shelf. I stopped and jerked around to see a very pregnant Low smiling at me and sitting in my living room with her feet propped up.
“No Jarritos in your fridge when I got here? Really? What am I supposed to think? That I’m not welcome in your new digs? Because I have the key you sent me,” she said, dangling the key I’d mailed her once I’d gotten my shit out of Ace’s apartment and gotten my own place.
I took two long strides and jumped the sofa in my way to pull Low into my arms. I missed her. I missed home.. . . I just couldn’t go back. I couldn’t see it. I’d think of her. I couldn’t let myself think of her.
“You’re f**king here! I can’t believe you’re f**king here!” I didn’t hug her as tightly as I wanted since there was a belly in between us that I was pretty damn sure I wasn’t supposed to squish.
Low squeezed me and laughed. That sound was the first thing that had made me smile in. . . well, in a while. A long damn while. “Of course I’m here. You weren’t talking much on the phone. You won’t come home to visit. I had to do something. I was worrying.”
“I can’t believe Papa Bear let you travel this far by yourself,” I said, stepping back to look at my very-pregnant best friend.
She scrunched up her nose. “He didn’t. He’s out. . . That’s who brought me the Jarritos when I got here and saw you didn’t have any,” she teased, punching my arm.